Paul Ulric: Or, The Adventures of an Enthusiast, Zväzok 1Harper & Brothers, 1835 |
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... happiness ; at the next , I have sunk to the lowest depths of de- spair . Still , I fancied there was always an equi- librium . This may seem a strange philosophy to some ; but is it the less true ? The human mind is so constituted as ...
... happiness ; at the next , I have sunk to the lowest depths of de- spair . Still , I fancied there was always an equi- librium . This may seem a strange philosophy to some ; but is it the less true ? The human mind is so constituted as ...
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... and transport of their affections , they believed themselves the happiest of created beings . It may be thought that I have been unnecessarily diffuse in describing my father's adventure in search of a 10 PAUL ULRIC .
... and transport of their affections , they believed themselves the happiest of created beings . It may be thought that I have been unnecessarily diffuse in describing my father's adventure in search of a 10 PAUL ULRIC .
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... happiness than Sir John Augustus Frederick Geoffry Ulric , and his accom- plished and fascinating wife , Lady Isabella Ulric . This , however , refers more particularly to the earlier part of their matrimonial existence : I cannot say ...
... happiness than Sir John Augustus Frederick Geoffry Ulric , and his accom- plished and fascinating wife , Lady Isabella Ulric . This , however , refers more particularly to the earlier part of their matrimonial existence : I cannot say ...
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... happiness until we meet again . I have been thinking seriously for some time of making you a proposal ― you may laugh — a proposal of marriage . Don't you think we could live happily together , Gertrude ? Some how or other , I have got ...
... happiness until we meet again . I have been thinking seriously for some time of making you a proposal ― you may laugh — a proposal of marriage . Don't you think we could live happily together , Gertrude ? Some how or other , I have got ...
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... happiness : this , I hope , will prove a suf- ficient apology for the liberty we have taken . " 66 Madam , " said the baronet to Mrs. Rattleton , " I cannot sufficiently thank you for this kindness . You need offer no apology . I should ...
... happiness : this , I hope , will prove a suf- ficient apology for the liberty we have taken . " 66 Madam , " said the baronet to Mrs. Rattleton , " I cannot sufficiently thank you for this kindness . You need offer no apology . I should ...
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Strana 52 - Because you are not merry : and 'twere as easy For you to laugh and leap and say you are merry, Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time : Some that will evermore peep through their eyes And laugh like parrots at a bag-piper, And other of such vinegar aspect That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
Strana 23 - There is a dangerous silence in that hour, A stillness which leaves room for the full soul To open all itself, without the power Of calling wholly back its self-control; The silver light which, hallowing tree and tower, Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the whole Breathes also to the heart, and o'er it throws A loving languor, which is not repose.
Strana 140 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Strana 82 - Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with Fortunes, Humours turn with Climes. Tenets with Books, and Principles with Times.
Strana 5 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...
Strana 90 - Who shames a scribbler? break one cobweb through, He spins the slight, self-pleasing thread anew: Destroy his fib or sophistry, in vain, The creature's at his dirty work again, Throned in the centre of his thin designs, Proud of a vast extent of flimsy lines!
Strana 97 - It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes; All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance; And so am I for Phebe.
Strana 72 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Strana 22 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Strana 97 - Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. It is to be all made of sighs and tears...